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Hey yo, Wesstyle, up JS?
Let me get a hit off some of that marijuana
Here it is, 'cause you iz gotsta be real high
When I'm feelin ta in the cut
some of that G-punk shit

Baby, my people, a ride with me, come on

Yes, yes, the M.C.U.D.
the hed
Kickin of unity
On a hop tip

Yeah, niggas hitch a white boys too
In the car with the hed crew, whatcha do
On a of unity, rollin' in the '96, fuck you
If ya punk head ain't down this

hop for the hoes of OC
Kickin my flows for by in HB
of the dancers, skins and sprakheads, the hydro, the X
And the sugar for ya'llz heads

And it's an everyday
Black flys, beanie
Check khakis steady hang,
Duffs on my feet so I
Cuttin styles like
I'm to go big

Comin' comin' on this G-punk trip
We got the funk on the chaos tip
Now, recognize game you see it
Got my niggaz at my back cold strapped if I it

Time, time, who got the
Fuck it up up, who got the
Let it flow, I got nothin' to do
I'm fuck wit you, fuck it up wit you

time, who got the time?
Fuck it up, up, who got the
Let it flow, I got nothin' to do
I got nothin' to do

BC
this muthafucker

You see they be breakin' nigga
And makin' the mold, ya know it said
Yeah the told, how the world is cold
Yet the man is
the funky head to let the truth unfold

Ya see me comin' and
Ya see me up
Ya see me and comin'
Ya see me out on top
I'm the brotha that you just stop

I 'em off, so I break 'em off
I 'em off, so I break 'em off
I break 'em off, so I 'em off
Lord

My little brotha got with some rocks in his pocket
My nigga the ghetto had no counsel to fight it
Probation, the
In the out door another vacation

Now ya time, no reason no rhyme
Paybacks on your mind, betta get in
Time ain't on my side but I still got my
The is a soul alive

Time, time, who got the
it up up, who got the soul?
Let it flow, I got better to do
I'm fuck wit you, fuck it up wit you

Time time, who got the
it up, up, who got the soul?
Let it flow, I got nothin to do
I got nothin' to do

I got better to do
I got better to do
I got better to do
I got better to do
I got better to do

I 'em off, so I break 'em off
I break 'em off, so I 'em off
I break 'em off, so I 'em off

Smoke a phat joint ta

I'm a contenta, I'll rock a
the muthafuckin roof come in
Yeah it's on fire, burnin' like pussy
In the mornin' had all to simmer
White girl up like dick be in her

I was fuckin' since ya had first Barbie
bake oven you was pissin' in ya panties
Ain't shit you can do that ain't been
No, nothin's wrong you my girl
the one, ain't the one